A short, skinny man sat in an alleyway on his knees. His ice blue eyes stared up into the night sky and his crimson hair fell into his red and puffy eyes. The tears kept coming, showing no sign of stopping.
Dark Hearts Don't Break They Bruise [Open, BxB, Semi-Advanced]
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